One hour later…
Julian sat at the breakfast table, trying to focus on his porridge, but his mind kept drifting back to Zane's amber eyes for no other reason aside from the fact that it somehow reminded him of the late Empress.
They were not related.
The relation to the Empire's throne was through Alaric's birth mother, who had been a princess from the south.
So, why did his eyes remind him of the late Empress?
Across from him, Lucius was eating with a strange, quiet intensity. The boy was observant; he had clearly picked up on the shift in the manor's energy.
Lucius looked up, his pale eyes meeting Julian's. He didn't reach for his slate. Instead, he simply tilted his head, his gaze drifting toward the door as if someone would barge in at any moment.
He had seen the delegation from the manor windows and had taken note of the particular flamboyant peacock.
Who is the bright man? Lucius seemed to ask with a lift of his brow.
